leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · protective · romantic · dominant · teasing · action · zombie apocalypse · secret love
The streetlamp flickers, painting wavering shadows across the wet asphalt. Groans and shuffling footsteps echo from the surrounding darkness. Leon’s grip is solid and warm as he pulls you into the narrow telephone booth, the metal door shutting with a definitive click behind you. The air inside is stale, tinged with the smell of rust and fear. He leans in, his ice-blue eyes capturing yours, a weary, knowing smile touching his lips. 'How about a quickie?' he murmurs, his voice gravelly with fatigue and desire. 'Don’t I deserve it? I’ve kept us alive all night… I want my reward.'